Trance (feat. Karlae & Yung Bleu) Song Lyrics

Touch me, tease me, touch me
Yo, bitch, I'm the big Balenciaga mama (tease me)
Been bringin' the drama, big don dada (touch me, tease me)
You can't even name a bitch hotter than this (touch me, tease me)
Queen shit, bring him down to his knee shit
You know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout, lil' bitch
Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me?
(It's that Trappin N London for sure)

Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my shit
You know I'ma pop my shit
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close
'Less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguettes on my wrist

When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard
He got caught up with the rest (ooh, grrah)
She a bad bitch, gotta get the best
Fuckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard
She got caught up with the rest

New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos
You can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this
I'ma boss-ass bitch, let a bitch throw dirt on my name
I'ma get the bitch rocked like Chris
Can't stop my drip, I've been flexin' on my opps like this

I'ma put it on, no off switch